Hey everyone! This is my attempt at a slice of life type story dealing with 1-A's free time that starts off fluffy but gradually adds more romance and drama, so the tone of this chapter is definitely a lot lighter than some (not all) of the later ones, just as an advance warning, so stick around if you're here for the ships. In terms of pairings, the story mainly starts off pretty Izuku/Ochako heavy, but a lot more will be introduced as it goes on, including BakuDeku, Ochako/Tsuyu, Momo/Jiro, Tsuyu/Tokoyami, and others, and the intensity of the romances will gradually increase. Basically, these kids are hormonal messes. Enjoy!


Chapter 1: Towels and Pancakes

The first raindrop hit Midoriya Izuku squarely in the nose as he gulped down water between kicks, and at first, he thought his red and blue All Might-branded bottle had simply started leaking. He had been using the thing practically nonstop since he started his training last year, after all- the bright yellow letters spelling out 'PLUS ULTRA!' on the side had faded so much they were almost illegible by now. He set it aside, glanced down at his notebook, and did another spiraling roundhouse, feeling the energy of Full Cowling coursing gently through his limbs, a tingling, invigorating sensation that spurred him to keep going despite the ache in his muscles. I have to get the form perfect, he told himself, gritting his teeth. Just like Iida with Recipro Burst. It has to be second nature. Then another drop burst on his cheek, and a third on his outstretched leg. By the time he lifted his gaze up to the thick grey clouds gathering overhead, there were dozens of them falling everywhere, and he let out a yelp as his eyes shot to his notebook, still lying open and face-up in the grass.

He dived to shield it with his body, but before he could reach it, a white stripe flashed in front of his eyes, and the notebook was being tossed up into the air by a long strand of tape. Before Izuku could cry out in shock, there was another blur, and Tsuyu Asui's tongue wrapped firmly around the book before pulling it back to where she and Sero Hanta were standing on the dorm's front porch, amused looks on both their faces.

"Nice work, Asui-san!" Hanta cried once the notebook was safely in hand, high fiving her and pumping his fist. "Our quirks work really well together, we should use that combo move at the licensing exam!"

"I agree, but call me Tsu-chan," she replied, one finger to her mouth, then turned back to Izuku. "Midoriya, you should come on inside, it's pouring out here."

She was right- by now the rain had turned into a deluge, and he was fairly sure that he could hear the dull rumble of thunder somewhere in the distance.

"Yeah, and you missed breakfast!" Sero added, rubbing his stomach. "Sato and Hagakure made pancakes and eggs for everyone, and Kirishima cooked sausages! There might still be some left!"

"I think I'll just lay here for another minute," he called weakly, face down and eagle spread on the grass as the rain pounded a dull drumbeat on his back. It was 11AM on a Saturday morning, but Izuku had been training since 8:00- a late start by his standards. Class 1-A's provisional license exam, originally scheduled for yesterday, had been postponed by a week due to technical difficulties with the arena; he had vowed to make the most of his extra time by refining Shoot Style to perfection. After three hours of almost nonstop practice, he was so soaked with sweat that the downpour wasn't making too much of a difference when it came to how wet his clothes were, and the grass was more comfortable than it had any right to be.

"Nope, you're coming with us," Tsuyu croaked, wrapping her tongue around Midoriya's waist and yanking him up and onto his feet before he had time to protest. "You need some rest somewhere you don't have a chance of getting struck by lightning. Besides, you've been distracting Ochako all morning. She could barely go five minutes during breakfast without looking out the window at you."

Midoriya had been walking towards the porch, but at hearing this he tripped on the top step and nearly fell, his face red and his eyes wide.

"W-what do you mean, distracted by me?!"

Asui opened her mouth again to explain, but Sero quickly shushed her, a conspiratorial grin on his face.

"I still think we should let him work it out on his own. Come on, Midoriya, the sausage is probably almost cold by now!"

"But if she was looking out the window at me, she was probably just watching my combat form for when she practices. She's been really good at martial arts ever since her internship with Gunhead- I should probably ask her for advice too! I wonder how his style is different from other fighter-type heroes, knowing his quirk it probably involves a lot more reliance on ranged support…" Izuku quickly devolved into an intense bout of muttering as his friends practically dragged him inside, his eyebrows knit in thought.

Just as Tsuyu was about to scold him for it, though, he suddenly remembered something, and stopped halfway up the flight of stairs to the common room.

"Wait, Asui-san, my notebook! You still have it, right?"

"I'll give it to you if you promise to call me Tsu-chan for the rest of the week," she replied, tilting her head to one side.

Izuku enthusiastically gave her his word, but when she handed the book back to him he looked as if he'd been shot.

"Two of the pages are almost ripped out," he said, dejected. "And it still managed to get wet…" Izuku whimpered as he saw a glob of what could only be Tsuyu's saliva blotting out one of his illustrations of his new support item. "…and sticky."

"My bad, Midoriya," Sero replied as they continued up the stairs. "I kinda started the whole using-our-quirks-to-get-it-for-you thing, I guess I just forgot how fragile it was and how much those notebooks mean to you."

"He'll be fine," Asui cut in, as blunt as ever. "I'll go ask Momo to make a space heater and some glue so we can dry it off and repair it, though."

About half the class was still lounging around the common room kitchen area when they walked in; Iida was the first to notice them, and he rushed over to Izuku right away.

"Midoriya, you're soaking wet! Were you practicing in this weather?! You're going to catch pneumonia right before the licensing exam if you're not careful!" Tenya's arm bounced up and down in his traditional fashion as he spoke, and Izuku couldn't help but smile at his genuine concern.

"It's ok, Iida, I-"

"Uraraka, get Midoriya some towels from the laundry room right away! His career is in jeopardy!"

Ochako had been talking with Hagakure and Mina over by the counter, but glanced up when she heard her name, first at Iida, then at Midoriya. At first she smiled at the sight of him, but then her vision shifted up and down his body; in a moment of horror, he realized that his grey t-shirt was so thoroughly soaked that the outline of his muscles was clearly visible, and they both turned bright red at the same instant.

"S-sure, no problem," she stammered, quickly looking back to Iida. "D-does anyone else want some towels too?"

It took her a moment for her to realize how silly her question sounded, but Mina had already burst out in laughter by then, and Kaminari and Jiro were sniggering over by the fridge.

"Yup, because there sure are a lot of us who are soaking wet in here," Kyoka finally managed, holding a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter as her gaze drifted between Ochako and Izuku.

"I'll take one!" Hagakure offered in support, one arm of her floating t-shirt lifting up in the air. "The towels in this dorm are so nice and cozy, especially when they're warm!"

"Hell yeah, they're super soft!" Kirishima called from one of the couches. "If it's a fresh load grab me one too!"

"I will also have one!" Iida cried. "I'm going downstairs to the gym in a few minutes!"

Uraraka looked a good deal less embarrassed after the additional requests, and the red faded a bit from her cheeks.

"Ok, four towels! Be right back!"

"Now let's get some food in you," Sero declared once she was gone, nudging Izuku over toward the kitchen counter. "Sato, Hagakure, are there any leftovers? I don't think Midoriya's eaten since dawn, or whenever he wakes up to practice these days."

"He's in luck!" Toru said enthusiastically, shooing Kaminari away from the fridge before retrieving two tupperware containers from inside. "There's still one pancake left, and some eggs!"

"I can bake some more for you if one isn't enough," Sato offered. "I think I still have some batter left in there too, and I could always use the practice."

"No, no, it's really ok!" Izuku slipped past Sero and began to walk towards his room, not wanting to have to deal with the awkwardness of having to talk to Uraraka again until he had at least changed and taken a few minutes of mental preparation. "I had some tamago gohan when I got up, so I'm not even that hungry…"

Iida was there to block his path, though, his arms crossed and a stern expression on his face.

"That was before you practiced all morning! You're on a strenuous training schedule, Midoriya, you need a high-calorie diet to maintain your health- I won't take no for an answer!"

Guess I'm not getting out of this one, huh? Conceding defeat, Midoriya took a seat at the counter while Hagakure warmed up a pancake on one plate and two eggs on another; when she set them in front of them, she had drawn a smiley face in syrup on the pancake, and on the eggs, a heart made out of ketchup, with some barely legible kanji squiggled inside.

"I plus…" he squinted to read it, murmuring out loud. "O! Oh!" Suddenly his face was beet red again, and he nearly dropped his fork. "Hagakure-san! Is this…?!"

"It's exactly what you think it is, silly!" He could hear her clap her hands together, and Mina grinned knowingly as she walked up beside their invisible classmate.

"You two have been so obvious lately, a few of us have taken it upon ourselves to help you out, since it's pretty clear neither of you have any idea what you're doing."

A hand clapped onto Izuku's shoulder from behind, and he turned around to find Kirishima and smiling back at him, with Kaminari trailing close behind.

"Don't worry bro, we have your back. Just let us know if you need any tips."

"I don't think he needs too much help when he's got all this going on," Denki added smugly, darting behind Midoriya and patting his hands along the hardened muscles visible through his still-dripping shirt. "Goddamn, Izuku, you gotta tell me your workout routine!"

"Right?!" Ashido cried, looking pointedly at Izuku's abs over the countertop. "She's one lucky girl alright, I can't believe I never noticed before!"

"G-guys, I need to uh… eat!" All the sudden attention was making Midoriya incredibly flustered, and now Kaminari was giving him flashbacks to Hatsume Mei and her own touchy-feely ways of "sizing him up" for her babies. Where's Iida when I need him to get a conversation back on track?! Tenya was currently distracted talking to Sato and Jiro on the other side of the kitchen, or he would surely have deemed all this inappropriate by now.

"But these abs are the real thing, though!" Kaminari continued, not taking the hint. "I mean, I-"

"Hold up, the fuck are y'all saying about Deku?"

Katsuki Bakugo had been minding his own business playing video games on one of the couches for the duration of the conversation, but something about hearing Midoriya praised had clearly set him on edge.

"Kacchan!" Izuku squeaked, wishing he was still outside in the pouring rain. A lightning strike would be preferable to this. "They were just-"

"You dumbasses don't know what real muscle looks like if you think that's it," he scoffed, ignoring Midoriya completely. "I still don't know whose dick he sucked to get anywhere close to fit enough to pass the entrance exam. You should have seen Deku back when he was a scrawny fucking twig. He still shakes like one, after all."

He stormed off toward his room after that, leaving the mood effectively dead behind him. Kirishima apologized quietly on Bakugo's behalf before going after him to calm him down, and the group remained in an awkward silence until Uraraka returned a few moments later with an armful of fluffy white towels and a silly smile on her face.

"Here they are! One for you, Toru, and one for you, Iida, and one for… where did Kirishima go?"

The others had rejoined them when she arrived, and Tenya's hand shot up at Ochako's confusion.

"Don't worry, I'll go and find him!"

He darted off before Kaminari could say anything to stop him; meanwhile, Izuku was in the process of wolfing down his eggs before Uraraka could see the heart and kanji on them. He was only about halfway finished by the time she stepped up beside him, but he managed to smear what was left of the heart with his fork before turning to greet her.

"And one for you, Deku." Her cheeks had turned a light pink again, and suddenly Izuku was much more conscious of his muscles than he had been even when Denki was groping them. He tried to mumble a thank-you out of instinct, only to be forced to quickly swallow when he realized his mouth was still full of food.

"T-thank you, Uraraka!"

Their fingers brushed ever so slightly against each other as he took the towel from her hands, but before either of them could bother with being embarrassed, Sato called out triumphantly from the fridge.

"Guys, I had a lot more batter left than I thought! This is enough for at least ten more!"

Almost everyone in the kitchen exchanged a knowing glance, but Kaminari was the first to shout 'SECONDS!' with a pump of his fist. Soon enough the counter was crowded with people clamoring for another pancake, and a few had even emerged from their rooms to investigate the commotion. With four hands at the tips of his dupli-arms, Shoji was soon appointed Sato's sous chef as he took command of the stovetop once again, while Ojiro tried his best to make small talk with Hagakure at the edge of the group. Todoroki watched from the edge of the common area for a moment as the chaos unfolded, but he returned to his room with an impassionate sigh to continue his morning meditations before too long.

Midoriya was grateful that the attention had finally shifted away from him, and continued to eat in peace until Yaoyorozu and Asui emerged with his repaired notebook, after which he began to excitedly show them some of the notes from other sections.

"I was actually rewatching one of Gang Orca's fights last night, and I noticed that one of the main sidekicks from his agency has this awesome kick move that they use with a momentum-enhancing quirk, so I sketched out the basic technique, and-"

"Midoriya, this is all very impressive," Tsuyu butted in, "but no offense, it's not a school day, and I think Momo and I just want to get some pancakes before they're gone, ribbit."

Yaoyorozu, who up until then was mostly nodding politely at Izuku's enthusiastic explanations, suddenly nodded much more vigorously than she had been, and within moments she had rounded the counter with outstretched hands.

"Sorry," Sato grunted, "but we just ran out."

Noticing the look of devastation on Momo's face, Jiro quickly offered up her own, and the two wasted no time getting into into an argument about whether or not they should split it, and what the portions should be if they did. Asui, meanwhile, took a much more direct approach, snatching a pancake straight from Kaminari's plate with her tongue and depositing it directly into her mouth.

"Wh- huh?! Asui-san, how could you do this to me?!" He dropped to his knees, a look of utter betrayal on his face.

"I only had one this morning and you had three, ribbit. Seems fair to me."

Sero and Ojiro, who had also missed out on the second round, sidled up to Denki and patted his shoulders.

"It's ok, bro, we know how you feel."

"Yeah, these things happen. Let's order some takoyaki or something together in a few."

The three entered a conciliatory group bro hug as their more fortunate classmates began to eat in earnest, and soon ended up retreating to Kaminari's room to make their lunch plans. Half an hour later, after Mina discovered an unopened box of popsicles in the freezer and Jiro decided to thaw out a frozen pack of mochi, everyone left in the kitchen was stuffed, with most of the group lounging around the couches or chairs in various stages of a food coma.

"I don't think I'll be able to move for hours," Hagakure huffed from where she was lying on Mina's lap, two floating shoes kicking around in the air.

"That makes two of us," Ashido replied. "But that raises the question, what are we gonna do today? It's a Saturday, but it's still pouring outside."

Lying back-to-back with Kyoka, Yaoyorozu shrugged and looked up from the book she had been reading.

"How about the mall? We didn't really get to enjoy it last time we went as a group."

Even though he knew that no one blamed him for the incident with Shigaraki, Izuku's face still flushed when all the eyes in the room drifted to him. I'm so sorry about that, he started to say, but then he realized that his classmates were silently asking for his permission, not an apology.

"S-sure, the mall sounds great!"


Feel free to let me know in the reviews if you have any feedback or questions, constructive or otherwise! Will probably updating with the mall outing pretty soon.